After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

If there really is a God of Destiny, I really hope to pull his hair out.

Just as Murphy was analyzing the situation in his mind, Bruda opened his eyes wide and looked at him blankly.

"Employer... why? No, ah, damn it! You idiot! What are you doing here?!"

Bruda mumbled in confusion while holding Vistalinu in his arms, a strange light flickering in his pupils.

Hearing Bruda's words with a hint of anger, Murphy sighed softly.

If possible, I really hope you won't call me stupid, because we are the same on this point.

Besides, the reasons for people like me to act are totally insignificant, so let's forget about the long-winded talk.

Shrugging at Bruda, Murphy turned his gaze back to Filia and pointed his thumb at the path behind him.

"—After this is all over, let's talk over venison, Bruda. We can't just let go of something we worked so hard to get, right?"

What Murphy meant by this was to step back.

Because he was worried about his sister, this was an unacceptable choice for Bruda.

There must be several emotions stirring in Bruda's heart right now, and Murphy knows this very well.

Therefore, in order to blow away all those emotions, he pointed to the path in a tone that did not allow for rebuttal, as if giving an order, telling the other party that it was the right path.

Yeah, let’s go.

Even if the battle line collapsed and all the mercenaries were killed because of your and Vistalinu's retreat, it is not your fault. It was the decision I made and my rude order that caused it.

Although this is something that shouldn't be done as a close friend, but...

Just a moment after Murphy finished speaking, a voice sounded, as if to cut off the space between him and Bruda.

"Meffy, don't be stupid. She, Vistalinu, is a warrior. Beheading her here is a tribute to her."

Filia turned her gaze from Mephi to Vistalinu and spoke in a slightly anxious voice.

It was as if they thought that beheading Vistalinu here was the natural thing to do.

Indeed, there is nothing wrong with this idea, and the original words are indeed correct.

If Belphein as a whole is considered an enemy, then Vistalinu must be an enemy.

But that was in the past, and now, one of the gears controlling Belphein has begun to turn in the opposite direction.

Murphy stood between Bruda and Filia. In order to let Filia know that there was no point in being hostile now, he moved his mouth and explained to Filia.

"Filia, we'll discuss the details later. Anyway, both Bruda and Vistalinu are now—ah, yes, our accomplices. There's no need to be hostile."

So you retreat as quickly as possible, when he is about to continue speaking.

—Murphy, enough is enough!

Along with these words, silver light burst out.

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--throat

In the air, Yuhong and Anhe collided, making a harsh sound.

Murphy barely used his sword to catch the dragon horn sword that was swung down from above.

Looking at Murphy, whose pupils showed anxiety, Filia felt the boiling emotions in her heart surge up in waves.

Just now, this guy, did Murphy say that they were accomplices? He said it so easily? As if it was natural, he pointed at those guys.

What about me? Why was I treated as if I were not an accomplice?

Ah, I see. I always feel so embarrassed.

The emotion that creeps in from deep within the gut, transforming into raging fire beneath the skin, is undoubtedly jealousy.

It was one of those feelings that I once thought was stupid.

But, even so, can I really suppress this feeling now?

Can I chew and swallow this thing rolling in my chest with my teeth?

"I see, Murphy. Companions? For you, perhaps. But for me?"

These words are really extreme. Even I can't help but hate myself. They are so ugly and disgraceful!

I know about this kind of thing, of course I understand it, but despite this, my throat can't stop.

Filia's chest seemed to be overloaded as she vented the words.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Filia no longer spoke after thinking, but was simply venting her emotions.

"Whose hand did you want to hold in the end with those hands you stretched out? Murphy. Me, or someone else? Ah, it doesn't matter, it's up to you. But, but. What if, what if... you betray me."

——I will definitely lead you to destruction.

It was impossible to imagine that those words came out of my own throat.

Filia blinked her silver eyes reflexively, feeling as if shame was burning deep in her chest.

Ah, how embarrassing! I actually said something like that, like a weak woman.

This, words like this, ah, it seems, it's just... isn't it like begging him not to abandon himself?

How shameful! Is there anything more humiliating than this?

Say no more!

Filia roared to herself in her heart, but her lips went against her will and continued to move under the drive of emotion, weaving out words.

"Ask again - Murphy, are you my accomplice?"

As if seeking redemption, Filia repeated her previous words.

And, the oath.

written request for leave

Let’s move the update from this morning to daytime.

Yesterday was the author’s birthday. Since I hadn’t celebrated my birthday in a long time (maybe more than ten years? It was so long ago that I forgot), I went out for a meal with my parents and drank a little wine. Although I took a nap right after I came back, I’m still dizzy and can’t continue writing.

But it doesn't mean that there will be no update today, because the author usually finishes updating around 1 am, so the update is just postponed for a while. Today's update will be made up during the day, and tomorrow's update will be placed in the early morning as usual.

Thank you for your understanding.

Chapter 51 Duel on the Battlefield

- Let me ask you again, Murphy, are you my accomplice?

The moment he heard those words he had heard before, the emotion that burst out from the depths of Murphy's heart was neither anxiety, nor timidity, nor anger.

Just, nothing but, a pure sadness emerged from the shadows.

No, he wasn't even sure if the word "sad" was appropriate to describe his current mood.

But it was indeed closer to sadness, and Murphy couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

Squeak—after he pushed Filia's sword back and created some distance, a gap appeared between them again.

Filia raised her sword without hesitation, her silver eyes fixed on Murphy, waiting for his reply.

The battlefield was still in chaos, but with Filia's silence, it seemed to have lost its voice.

The more he thought about the past, the more unbelievable it became to see Filia reflected in his eyes. She looked so small and fragile before his eyes.

Once again, my chest felt like it was being carved, and my clenched molars made a crunching sound, as if symbolizing regret.

Murphy's lips moved under the pain, and his eyes were fixed on Filia.

"Needless to say, you are not my enemy. But, how should I answer, Filia? You are, a hero—"

I don’t know when I became unable to even tell my usual jokes. This is what is meant by being frustrated.

Seriously, this isn't the right time for that.

Murphy slowly wove the words together while gritting her teeth.

"--It was just a small stone like me that tripped me up."

It was a very small sound, and it was unclear whether Filia heard it or not. It was almost as loud as Murphy's sigh.

Filia, no, Filia Reinhardt, is undoubtedly a hero, at least that's how Murphy knows her.

Indeed, she was a tyrannical person in the past, with a heart full of arrogance to trample on the weak and defeat the strong. This was a fact, and it was also a fact that she did not care about the weak at all.

But even so, this woman, Filia Reinhardt, is the overlord of the battlefield and a genius that no mortal can reach.

And this is one of the heroes that Murphy admires.

The quest for strength consumed his heart, and despite possessing unparalleled strength, he persisted in rigorous training.

Even now, Murphy still remembers how he was moved by the sight of her lips bleeding.

That's right, Filia Reinhardt is undoubtedly the person who embodies Murphy's ideals, one of them.

But what about now? What does she look like now that she appears before our eyes?

His knees were wobbling, and his eyes, which once shone with a strong will, were now weak and blurry.

The slender white fingers made one doubt whether he could swing the sword again.

Even if she was called arrogant or rude, Murphy would still speak.

——The one who caused her to end up like this was herself. It was her unnecessary actions that turned Filia Reinhardt from a great hero into what she is now.

That fact made his heart beat as if it was about to tear his chest apart.

Murphy knew that Filia had an almost obsessive feeling for him.

But after I realized this, I was only satisfied with it. How foolish I was.

Being called a companion by the hero you admire, how much redemption does this bring you, and how much joy does it bring you?

The result of being immersed in joy like this is to bring a stain to the person you admire.

It was true that my past self had hated her somewhere in my heart, and I did dislike the fact that she was an unpleasant woman.

But even so, she definitely didn't want to see her, Filia Reinhardt, in this miserable state.

However, being bound by such emotions is only a matter of a moment.

Silver hair fluttered in the wind on the battlefield, which reminded Murphy of what she used to be like.

"—that is, not an accomplice, is that what you're saying, Murphy?"

The voice that Filia made was cold and terrifying.

All her thoughts up to this point froze instantly, and Murphy's eyes widened unconsciously.

It wasn't because of the indifference of the voice that he was surprised, but the voice he heard now was indeed the same as one he had heard before, so he took a step back unconsciously.

——No, that’s not what I meant.

Murphy knew that any words he wanted to say at this moment would become full of excuses, so he swallowed back the words that were about to flow from his lips.

"Very good, I understand, I understand very well, Murphy, then let's do this."

Filia's voice gradually became more passionate.

The faint and blurry silver pupils flickered with the shadow of flames as if they were ignited again.

And the person those eyes were looking at was Murphy.

"——That's great! You actually dared to push my hand away. How insulting! I think this is the first time."

Even though those words themselves were fraught with thorns, Filia's expression as she uttered them seemed to contain a smile that seemed to waver.

Just looking at that expression, one might even doubt whether his heart is filled with joy.

However, those eyes did not smile at all, but rather looked like those of a bird of prey.

It's terrible. Now, Murphy understands that among the many choices she had, she might have chosen the worst option.

Ignore the feelings in your heart, take her hand and tell her that you are my partner. Such a choice should exist.

Or maybe he could just shake her hand off. This option might also exist.

In short, no matter which choice is made, it will probably be better than the result of the current choice.